A Girl Next Door

Sister

There are two reasons why people 

don't talk about things; either it doesn't mean 

anything to them, or it means everything.

LOXLEY'S POV:

"Seriously, is that what he gave you as a gift?"

It's been two weeks since my birthday. I had switched off my phone and enjoyed those days with my magic. OK, it is not the whole truth. I switched off my phone, because I didn't want to meet that person I had to meet. I switched it off because I didn't want anyone (My Mother) to call me and told me to do something I didn't want to do.

"Yes."

I replied to brigitta via our video call. She was the first person who called me the moment I got on my phone.

I never expected that my magic would know about my birthday, and he would even wish me after twenty years. I still remember the times I waited for his call on my birthday. He even gave me a gift. Even though it was a small gift, I really loved it. It was a small round keychain. In that there was a painting of a boy standing on the balcony of his house and a girl planting water in her garden.

It was so matched to the moment, I was looking at him through his balcony. He even told me he remembered me as a girl from next door who played in the garden.

I laid on my bed and placed my phone next to me and started to play with that keychain.

"You look so happy" she said as she made me look at her face.

"I have never seen you like this after what happened five years ago. I'm so happy to see you happy."

I nodded my head at her, looked away from her to look at the photo frames on my wall. I look at that one frame where Hensley is on my back as I gave her piggyback in front of her favorite pub. It was taken when I finished college and I came back to meet her. That photo was taken just before when she told me that she had broken up with Nick.

I felt my heart shuttered when I remembered who took that photo.

"Let me call you later, Bri." My eyes met hers and I told her and cut the call before my eyes let the tears fall.

I got up from my bed, walked and stood in front of the wall full of the photos of mine and Hensley and my friends. Even though his face was not shown in a single one of them, it held his memories. All these photos were taken by him. As I looked at these twenty-eight frames, in front of me was held the pictures that he had taken.

My mind shows every memory of these pictures and what happened before or after when they were taken.

I took the one frame in my hand, which was taken when it was taken at Jules's birthday as we all held up our hands high as we all laughing. As much I want to break every single memory that he had in my life, I can't do it.

I'm fucking lost in his game. I lost at him. I lost him. I lost his everything. Our everything.

My phone buzzed on my bed, making me look away from those memories, and I took my phone and read the text from my magic asking what I wanted for lunch.

I left him on read and threw my phone on my bed and went to take a shower to make me change my mind from him to my magic.

NEVIN'S POV: